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Something that jumps
a little green bug
a leaf in flight
the fringe on the rug.
The ball that squeaks
a woolly bear worm
the puppies quarrel
it must be my turn.
Bit and wrestle
tug of war
don’t miss a morsel
thqt falls on the floor.
Puppies are busy
they sleep and play
life is grand
it’s always a new day.… Read the rest

Please care for a friend –
find a home, help him mend.
Has a gear of gold
has to move – he’s told.
find a place, a nice new home
where people care – he can roam.
His eyes are lonely, can’t you see
just wants love, somewhere to be.… Read the rest

Puppies and puddles
licks and hugs
soft and lovable
just look at their mugs.
A smile on their face
a twinkle in their eye
they’re just so sweet
no need to ask why.
Little wet kisses
soft gentle nuzzles
not very complicated
like crossword puzzles.
They arrive with love
and joy in their heart
just want to share
not be apart.… Read the rest

Cats don’t care what dogs think
they just look down and sorta wind.
Perch themselves, way up high
the dogs bark and start to cry.
It’s really not fair, those agile cats
hiding in places, just like rats.
The dogs want to play, join in the fun
chase that cat, make it run.… Read the rest

Dogs can be trained
but really don’t care
turn you back
they sit in your chair.
Been to obedience school
know how to mind
visitors come
they seem to unwind.
Put them on a leash
they can be led
next time you look
they’re on your bed.
Do everything wrong
but somehow they win
our hearts and homes
we share with a grin.… Read the rest

Just a trip to the vet, shouldn’t cause the dog to sweat.
Open the door, hop in the car, down the road, not too far.
Tail wagging, happy and panting, no howling, barking or ranting.
Get a little closer, pull in the lot, dog remembers, thought he forgot.
Getting nervous, tongue hanging out, now he knows, starting to pout.… Read the rest

Oliver James is my formal name
call me OJ, I’ll come just the same.
Once a little puppy, living at the pound
a family came by, I was finally found.
Adopted and loved, have a great old pappy
There’s nothing I want, I’m just plain happy!
I walk the beach, run in the sand
life is great, just as I planned.… Read the rest

That is the business of being dog –
to bark, to get dirty feet, to give sloppy kisses.
To always be there at your feet
in your bed, by your side.
In the car, in the park, in your heart.
That is the business of being dog –
a companion, a friend
one who thinks you and your alone
are the center of their universe.… Read the rest

People say I’m just all ears
that’s really far from the truth.
My joys in life – to run and jump
bark loud squeals of delight.
I have a great friend called buddy.
How unusual it seems
for the big, black dog
to take me under his wing.… Read the rest

My Buddy
The touch of his paw upon my arm
a quiet lick across my wrist
The doggie love of my life – my Buddy
Not some spiffy, purebred beast
but a kind and gentle waif
found out in the street.
He called in a quiet, gentle voice
touching my soul, running into my arms
There’s always the thought –
OH NO ANOTHER DOG!… Read the rest

Sometimes I think – where’s my Mom, where’s my Dad?
Trying to remember the past.
But then I remember the kind gentle hearts of a family that walks on two legs.
A scratch behind the ear, a pat on the head, I’m really part of this pack.… Read the rest